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A sweet thing being captivated by the smallest amounts of care and affection. In the end they’re only taking care of you to ruin you. But you don’t care.

Asking them if I can kiss them, and when they try to reply, their face is so numb from drinking that all of the words come out in an incomprehensible, embarrassed slurry. I'd bridge the gap regardless- Locking lips with the kiddo and gripping their sides while our clumsy tongues swirl within each other's mouths, heated friction building between our groins.. They'd barely be able to comprehend what's going on, and I'd savor every moment of it, gagging them on my spit and depriving them of oxygen just to get another taste.

muzzle. gouache painting on paper, 2025